At this point in time Lukas was struggling to figure out what to do. Philip was lying in a hospital bed dying, hooked up to more tubes than the blond could count.
He only went to visit Philip at night, still fearful of what his father would think if he knew. He sat in a chair at his bedside, holding the comatose boy's hand tightly.
The doctors said it was a near miracle that he was still alive, considering the amount of water they had to pump from his lungs.
"Im so sorry, Philip. I'm so sorry this is all my fault."
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[guys ive had this written for like weeks I honestly just wanted to leave you in suspense please don't hate me thx xoxo]